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Jude kyrie Sep 2015
When I think of spring
The new cherry blossoms are in bloom.
Reminding me of my dear mother.
She loved their heavenly perfume
as she opened her kitchen window.

New born lambs in the green
rich grasses of the meadow.
Remind me of the beauty
of the renewal of life
and the mortality of us all.

The young lovers holding hands
gazing into each other eyes.
Hearts overflowing
with life and love.
Ignoring the spring rains.
They remind me of you my love
Springtime Always makes me cry.
Jude kyrie Jan 2018
Have you ever met anyone so beautiful
that they take your breath away.
I have.
It was my wife

Itwas not always like that.
We had two kids,
teenagers.
She had not been intimate
with me for two years.
Men are weak
we need to be needed,
right?
I sat across the room
from her and said
I want a divorce.

She looked at me
and shook her head.

I had spent my life
in real estate
sell sell sell
we were rich.
In money that is
but not in love.

Is there something else
you need to tell me,she said.
I lied and said said no nothing.
Do you have her number?
she whispered.

I gave her my phone
she looked at the busy calls
and pressed send

a lady answered.
She whispered to her
I forgive you
you are lonely.
But I hope you find someone
to replace your broken heart.
but not my husband.

Then she turned to me and said
You can leave
is that what you want?
I said softly I want you,
But you. Don't want me.

I got the second chance
I did not deserve.
But she did not want diamonds
or furs or money
she wanted my soul.
that stuff was too easy.

I had to work with her
at the homeless soup kitchen.
I said I can't
I have a deal closing tonight
,she did not care.

The lost souls came in
one by one.
She lifted stew
onto their plates.
And said to them
what's your name
Welcome
to our small dinner party.

I was made to wash
serve and clean
up day after day

Then one day a lady.
Came in she was desolate
She passed out from hunger
before she was served.
I held her.
And fed her soup
until she came around.
Then I drove home
and gave her blankets and food.

That night my wife came to me
she said that was ****
what you did tonight.
She held my hand
and led me to her bed
a place I had not
Seen for two years.

She kissed me
and it was as the first time.
I fell in love with her again.
No that's not true
I was already in love with her
just not worthy of her.

It got better
We were close.
There's nothing like your first love
you know.
Everyone knows that.

It was five years later the visit
of the crab sign took her.
She left me desolate.
She said its ok
you can have her now
I want you to be happy..

I kissed her softly
my tears flowed.
I only ever wanted you honey
Only you.

I sold the big place
I got an apartment now.
And I am spending
my life at the kitchen.

And some nights
When the street lamps are dim
And the sky is full of stars.
I see one pass by
Shooting into oblivion.
Far from the the night
in a line of curving light.

And I know God loves his stars
And he will keep them
safe in his world.

And she will will take the hand
Of some lost soul and say.
See the beautiful star honey
everything shines up here
Sometimes the brightest of the stars are not in the sky
Jude ***
Jude kyrie Feb 2016
She thought love was a firestorm
in an otherwise calm day.
Then the boy with the golden hair
flashed his eyes of ice blue
followed by a smile
that took her breath away.
Then all the words of love
she had kept inside her heart
poured like champagne
with clarity and effervescence.
And her doubts and fears
burned to ash
and scattered
far into the night sky.
Jude kyrie Oct 2018
When Love Walks In and takes you for a spin
By
Jude Kyrie

Even when I was only a little boy
in grade school.
Even then I knew what love looked like.
She wore glasses
and had two long pigtails
I carried her books everywhere.
She treated me
like her puppy at home.

In high School
I met love again.
Love  was more like a woman now.
But still a little girl inside.
Her softness was forming.
We looked into
each other's eyes
love and I.
Under starry nights,
And full of the glow of prom dances.
I bought love a corsage
Love kissed me for the very first time.


In college, love was now a grown woman
Full of radical  ideas and opinions.
Love stopped wearing lipstick.
And started calling men *******.
I said to love I am a man --I think
Love took me to her bed
She said not you the others.
And then left me for another guy.

After college.
I married love she was different
She was maternal this love.
She wanted to build a nest.
Where we could raise a family.
We had three kids love and I.
And I got left behind somehow.

I became the father of loves children.
And loves husband and breadwinner.
A bunch of labels.
Love stopped
seeing me as a man.
I nearly died of loneliness


After the divorce
I was  forty-five.
The kids left home
Love And I split up.

I found love again.
She was older wiser did not fall for
the cries of men easily.
She took no wooden nickels.
But I loved her .
Love said we do ok for retreads.
I told love she was beautiful
Even when her eyes were red
From crying of her lost love.
Then she wept
perhaps once too often.
And love  left me.


It's been awhile since love left.
But I know she is out there somewhere .
sipping a latte at Starbuck's in Seattle
or
Watching the Christmas  tree light
in Washington's square.
Or
Sunbathing in a bikini on a beach in LA.

You see when love left me.
I left the door open.
I whispered softly.
Bye for now Love,
thanks
for coming to see me.

Don't be a  stranger love
come back soon
I love it when you are around.
Ahhh Love
Jude
Jude kyrie Oct 2016
When Love Walks In and takes you for a spin
By
Jude Kyrie

Even when I was a little boy
in grade school.
I knew what love looked like.
She wore glasses
and had two long pigtails
I carried her books everywhere.
She treated me
like her puppy at home.

In high School
I met love again.
Love  was more like a woman now.
But still a little girl inside.
Her softness was forming.
We looked into
each other's eyes
love and I.
Under starry nights,
And prom dances.
I bought love a corsage
Love kissed me for the first time.


In college, love was a grown woman
Full of ideas and opinions.
Love stopped wearing lipstick.
And started calling men *******.
I said to love I am a man --I think
Love took me to her bed
She said not you the others.
And then left me for another guy.

After college.
I married love she was different
She wanted to build a nest.
Where we could raise a family.
We had three kids love and I.
And I got left behind somehow.
I became the father of loves children.
And loves husband and breadwinner.
A bunch of labels.
Love stopped
seeing me as a man.
I nearly died of loneliness


After the divorce
I was  forty-five.
I found love again.
She was older wiser did not fall for
the cries of men easily.
She took no wooden nickels.
But I loved her .
Love said we do ok for retreads.
I told love she was beautiful
Even when her eyes were red
From crying of her lost love.
Then she wept
perhaps once too often.
And love  left me.


It's been awhile since love left.
But I know she is out there somewhere .
sipping coffee in Starbuck's in Seattle
or
Watching the tree light
in Washington's square.
Or
Sunbathing on a beach in LA.

You see when love left me.
I left the door open.
I whispered softly.
Bye Love, thanks
for coming to see me.
Don't be a  stranger love
come back soon
I love it when you are around.
Ahhh Love
Jude
Jude kyrie Jul 2016
I think  fell in love with her
the first time that I saw her.
She was beyond ordinary old me
of course.

She was way too young
and too much alive for me.
But she didn’t seem to mind.
She was dancing on a table in the bar
In her carefree way unaware of the crowd

We sat and drank wine together
Way too much wine.

Like standing in the path of a hurricane
I was helpless had no defenses
or anywhere to move.

We were really opposites
like the poles of magnets
we had no resistance
to the north-south attraction

I slammed into her like a train.
I think this was the most alive
I ever felt before or since.

Do lights that burn this brightly
always burn out so quickly?
Being older
I always thought I would go first.

Even now after all these years
I still dream of her smile.
She always knew
the perfect thing to say
when I was happy sad
or often broken.

How was it
she always made
me feel so young?

There have been other
imposters over the years.
I have acted out the practiced
movements of love with them.
But when the evening light faded
And I was alone in my bed.
It was always you honey.
You were the only one
who knew how to fix me.
poles apart yet unstoppable attraction.
Jude
Jude kyrie Aug 2015
It was so very long ago
almost a lifetime.
We were caught
inside the magic glow
of Paris in springtime
where love and youth
have no defenses.
I painted your portrait
in my tiny studio.
My God you were beautiful.
In the small room
the incomparable voice of Edith Piaf
sang the only song for lovers
La Vie en Rose.
My brushes found color and form
I had never found before.
I think your portrait
was my best work.
even today after all these years.
I have been offered large sums
of money even when I was hungry
and unknown.
But I would never sell it.
It was painted with my heart
how can you sell the first time
you fell in love.
Today I am an old man
I sit in my studio
sipping a glass of Chablis
looking at your portrait.
Something is missing of course
I flip the player on
Edith pours her soul once more
as her
La Vie en rose completes my mood.
Jude kyrie Dec 2016
a love poem
By
Jude Kyrie.

When time calls to your youth.
And we sit by glowing coals
upon a winter's night.
Sleep falling upon us like a mantle.


The book of love that we wrote
together slowly upon fleeting years.
Falls open in a memory of passions
When your eyes grey as a foggy morn
Fill with sadness at times ravages.


You will only weep in your soul
Because only I have loved you
Deeply inside your being

We are as two stars.
Upon the same constellation
Glowing forever in the stary night
of a long time passed.

Glowing together with knowledge
Of a lifetime touched by starlight
Caught in the glowing light
of the timeless sky.
Old age does not forget
Jude
Jude kyrie Dec 2015
She did not cry perhaps that was the odd thing.
I saw the two soldiers at her front door
one with a chaplain’s uniform
Her son was on active duty I knew at once
what the bad news would be.

I remember It was late springtime
and all through the days that year
I could see her working nonstop in her garden.
Trimming transplanting weeding.
until the evening light faded always working
in her gardens.

I have never seen such an abundance of beauty
Flowers and shrubs everywhere.
a complete carpet of fragrant bloom
The snipping of her pruning shears never ceasing
like a cicada in August.

Beautiful Lantern shaped
blossoms hung down
from the flowering trees
like the tears
she could not cry.
Anti War again sorry.
jude
Jude kyrie Oct 2015
It was raining
that soft misty rain
that is full of sadness.
It turned the old country lane
olive green in its
springtime dampness.

I should have known
such days hold sadness
in their misty countenance.

I remember looking at you
so beautiful even the wet rain
on your face shining.

I always knew
you were beyond me
Such beauty is for the Gods
Not such an ordinary man as me.

But even with the knowledge
you would one day leave me
And also knowing
it would break my heart
beyond any  repair.
I put these thoughts
into a dark room
that I keep in my head.

Instead I walked
in the sunlight of you.
You turned to look at me that day.
I could see in your lovely eyes
this was the moment
the one I had dreaded.

You told me our time together
was a beautiful memory
but you must leave.

And there in the beautiful silence
of a misty rain
in a long ago springtime.
All the buildings in the world
crashed to the ground.
Without making even
a whisper of noise.
Because they were
all inside of my heart.
Jude kyrie Dec 2017
When the colors fall

In the night
the colors fall
From a clouded sky
comes midnight blue.

From the shadows
Whispers call me.
I know the voice is you.

In the silence
the music plays.
Memories dance
To a romantic tune
That comes from
Once  happier days

In the light
The colors fall.
From a morning sky
comes lighter blue

In my heart
the colors fall.
Each time
I think of you.

There are
many colors there
of every shade and hue.
But the only one that
I can see is Blue
Jude kyrie Mar 2019
There is  a darkness
that never fades,away.
It hides in dusty basements
Locked up old cabinets.
full of secrets
In hides in broken hearts
like mine

Sometimes on a
sunny summer  afternoon
I feel it's sad shadows stretching
Across the sunlight.

It is then
I wished you had left me
On such a sunny  day
When the blossoms bloom
Or at a still warm night
With a nightbirds tune.

For losing would be easier
To bear On such a day
When the world  is still
On an afternoon
And peace rains down
And the flowers
bloom.
........And the flowers
bloom.
Pretty  sad
Jude
Jude kyrie Jan 2016
When I was born
I was such a pretty little girl.
I remember I was covered
From head to toe in tiny lights.
Thousands of them.
So pretty I shone.
Like an illuminated
Christmas tree.
Then as I became older.
I learned how to lie.
Mom I have done my work.
A light went out.
Mom there won’t be any alcohol there.
A group of lights faded.
Mom I did not sleep with him.
A whole branch darkened.
It’s OK Dad I will never do drugs.
The lights all dimmed.
Now I am older.
I walk the rainy city streets
In the night.
I see my jaded reflection
gaunt and sad in the mirrors
of the shop windows.
All my pretty lights
have extinguished.
Except if you look closely just a few
Are Still trying to glimmer
Against all possible odds.
Even after all my self harm.
They are around my heart.
Jude kyrie Aug 2016
When I was born
I was such a pretty little girl.
I remember I was covered
From head to toe in tiny lights.
Thousands of them.
So pretty I shone.
Like an illuminated
Christmas tree.

Then as I became older.
I learned how to lie.
Mom I have done my homework.
A light went out.

Mom there won’t be any alcohol there.
A group of lights faded.
Mom I did not sleep with him.
A whole branch darkened.
It’s OK Dad I will never do drugs.
The lights all dimmed.

Now I am older.
I walk the dark rainy city streets
In the night.

I see my jaded reflection
gaunt and sad in the mirrors
of the shop windows.

All my pretty lights
have extinguished.
Except if you look Very closely.

just a few of them are
Still trying to glimmer.
Against all possible odds.
Even after all my self harm.
They are around my heart.
Jude kyrie Jan 2019
It was the lilacs
Yes of course the lilacs
How can the spring of youth
resist them
I know we could not.

He was too young for me
Too handsome
His hair too long and blonde
His eyes too blue.

But the lilacs
Their fragrance as heavy
As dew.
My heart overpowered
At an age when love
has surely passed me by.
But he came into the lilacs fragrance.
Running down the country road all alone
I was answering my cell phone
a business call
Then the accident the noise on the car
The sight of him flying in the air
The silence.

All I had thought about
was money success
Spoiled getting all I wanted.
But he was lay there in the road.
I cradled him to my breast
he was so beautiful.

Are you an angel
he said am I in heaven.
From the road the wild lilacs
sang their sweet song
No not in heaven
you are here on earth.

Can I stay here forever
You are beautiful don't leave me
Let me breathe your lilacs
At the hospital he was treated
He is in bad shape the doctors said
he's pretty broken up
I doubt he will walk again.

Can he stay here I asked
not really he has no insurance,
He will be moved to county asap.
Don't do that I will pay she said.

He went into a coma
for seven weeks
I Sat with him every night
When he awoke
he looked at me with his
Beautiful piercing blue eyes.

You are my angel
he whispered.
You saved me
I belong to you now.

He learned how to walk again
I helped him regain his strength
Then he got well
And I realised
I was going to miss him
So very much.

I asked him what he wanted
I would buy it for him.
He said only you and the lilacs
I said you are too young for me.
You will not want me when I get older..
But he countered  
I want you now my angel

A year later
I just gave birth to our child
She is beautiful
Born in the late spring
When the Lilacs bloom.
Happy accidents  happen
Jude
Jude kyrie Mar 2019
There are memories in the rain
They fall like ghost and hide in the deluge
Sometimes she is a child
Dancing in the rain
Yellow sowester and rubber Boots
It is so real I can almost touch her
But she is made of raindrops and dreams.

We always  loved the rain
Even as children
Splashing in pools of water
I think it was then
that I fell in love with you.

Even after college
Where we melted
the chains of friendship
And became lovers.
The rain streamed down
Our window in my little  flat.
As we made love for the first time.

We were so happy as man and wife
Remember  my love we danced in the rain
The olive days of life.

When the sickness  came
It was too strong for the rain
To wash it away.

Then on that last day
You said is it raining my love.
I said yes it has rained  all day

Take me outside  and dance with me
In your arm one last time
In our rain.

When you left me later that night
I folded my heart into a love letter
And slipped it into your soul
Saying to you
For you to read my darling
On a rainy day.
There's something  sad
In the Rain
Jude
Jude kyrie Jul 2016
Today the soft rain falls without end
the sadness of the world weeps inside its deluge.
The raindrops fall into the forget- me -nots
in a Paris Park the light from the moon
catches its glow inside the grieving tears.
a patch of snow white lily of the valley
stand by them like a hoard of Angels
waiting to carry souls to heaven.
For lost countrymen have fallen
in the wake of madmens anger.
The men and women of a joyful day
died in the path of uncaring hatred.
Today the rain must fall without end
as the tears of Angels grieve in sorrow
But Tomorrow is a new day
The sun will shine the spirits of the just
will rise and stand *****.
For the city of lights and love will recover
and find its heartbeat once more.
And young lovers will kiss
in the shadows of it tower again.
And the defiance to those
who hide like rats in a sewer
will triple  in its resolve
May they rest in peace
and thier loved ones heal
Jude
Jude kyrie Dec 2015
When the snow comes

I remember the first year
I came to Canada.
It was late fall and
the winter came early.
I think it was trying to
change my mind
and get me to go
back to England.
The fresh white snow flew.
Soon  it drifted over the pathways.
Silken windsocks of snow
filled the porch.
We all bought scarves
That wrapped about our faces
******* icy air through
woolen fibres.
I remember the houses turned grey
and the pristine white on the sidewalk
quickly turned to wet slush.
My boots felt heavy
and tight with long thick socks.
Gripping them to my feet.
Cars spluttered and coughed
A peephole of windscreen
with a driver peering into the gloom.
I decided to quit Canada
and go back.
But twenty five years later
I am still here.
And the snowfalls
do not bother me at all.
Jude kyrie Jan 2016
When the stones speak
they speak in the old language
of time itself.
they speak of endless tides
that wash them smooth
for infinity.
sometimes they whisper of Changes
where their roughness was polished
by the sands of time.
they whisper to me
my soul will be washed
like they were
smoothing its mperfections
until it will glow in the
rivers of forever.
to spend infinity
in a new perfection.
and to be blessed
by a life well lived.
Jude kyrie Dec 2015
His face was intense almost creased.
Dressed in ragged clothes he looked lost.
Once he had been handsome she thought
Perhaps he still was If he was cleaned up.
He looked out of place in the blues bar.
The main artist had finished his performance.
Quietly the strange man walked to the stage.
Picked up a trumpet golden and shiny.
Putting it to his lips the crowd watched.
Then he played the soulful beautiful tune
It touched her heart and her tears flowed.
In the room a silence in reverence
Never in her life
Had she heard such pathos.
It must come from a sadness in him
he played for ten minutes.
Tearing her soul each note beautiful
and haunting.
she wanted
to follow him forever
to never stop hearing his playing.
When he stopped
she was kneeling at his feet.
Please take me with you she begged.
He smiled his soft blue eyes gentle and kind.
That is the reason I came here he replied,
Who are you she whispered.
I am Gabriel he said and unfolded his
beautiful white wings
holding her he flew
to a place far above the clouds
where the beautiful music never stopped.
The manager of the bar said
She just collapsed and died
Such a shame
she was a nice old lady
Jude kyrie Sep 2016
When the twilight is tender
By
Jude Kyrie

Wondering
She whispered,
Tenderness flows
from you like soft spring rain.
I have seen many men before.
But you make my soul speak.

Saying nothing.
He touched her cheek gently
With the tips of his fingers
And words were not needed
To fill her with grace.

Reading
She read his poem
The one he wrote
for her in the night.
And tears fell from her eyes
Onto the scripted ink.
Tenderness gripped her heart.
Holding her in invisible chains.

Sleeping
Her head on his bare chest
Her hair falling over him
Like flowing yellow corn
His words were dancing in her heart.
words that he conjured for her.
Tenderness falling over
her dreams like down snowflakes

Watching
She looked at his young face.
Sleeping as a child.
On the softness of her breast.
All the tenderness remaining
In her scarred heart.
Joined with his
to fill the room
with a glowing light.
As she kissed
his long dark eyelashes.
Awww don't you love men and women
when they get it right.
Jude
Jude kyrie Sep 2015
When We Touch
By
Jude Kyrie

*We passed each other today
In the narrow hallway
of our tiny flat.
Your skin touched mine briefly
Just a moment of electricity
But I was where I had always
wanted to be.
With you.
Only with you.

Then as you hair flowed past me
I breathed the fragrance of you.
It is trapped indelibly inside me.
Now if fear uncertainty or doubt
enters my life
I recall it and all is well.
It fills my body I feel you keeping
me warm and safe as always.

In our bed my fingers seek your hair
and wonderful dreams
flow with the beauty
of our past days
and of those future days
we have yet to share  together.

So if you awaken finding
me touching your hair.
It is because I need a dream
One that only you
will ever be able
to bring to me
Jude kyrie Apr 2016
When You Are Far Away
By
Jude Kyrie


In the desolate chasm
of your absence my love  
I send to you
A rose every second
From my heart
Breathe their fragrance
singing in the night winds
A red rose every second
Sixty roses every minute
Just to let you know
Where your home is
Jude kyrie Sep 2015
When You Go Away



*When you go away.
Like I know you will.
The spinning earth
Will be standing still.

No night bird’s song
In the hollow night.
No moon to shed.
Its hallowed light.
When you go away.
When you go away.

When you go away.
In the morning sun.
The flowers all die
As the snowfall comes.

No summer days
With blossomed flowers
Only raindrop tears
On broken hours
When you go away
When you go away

But if you stay
I will make you a world
Like no one has seen
Like there’s never been

I will bring you a night
With blue velvet dreams
And golden moonbeams
If you will stay
Oh!
If you will stay

Please!
Don’t go away
Don’t go away
Jude kyrie Jul 2018
He had that dream again
He awoke with a start.
perspiration
Pouring down his face.
The car the children his wife.
The truck sliding on ice on the icy freeway.
Explosions the dump truck.
Then the silence
as they all drifted away.
And he was left alone.

He moved out of the small inner city cottage
Is was two years ago he just left it the way it was.
The kids toys strewn on the floor
Bread and cookies on the table.
He would never return there, never.
Not even to get his beloved alto sax.
His key to making a living.

He now followed the cop
that pulled him from the wreck.
He did not know why
she was pretty
But that was not it.

He was once told that if you save
Someone's life they belong to you.
Well she could have his
He did not want it anymore.

She entered the bank
He saw the robbery before she did.
The robber lifted his weapon before
She had time to move but he jumped
in front of her
and took a bullet for her.

It was in my arm straight in and out.
She put three in the perp
before he could fire another shot.
I fell down she held me in her arms.
As I was bleeding out.
Why did you do that she said
I would have been killed.
That's why I whispered.

She visited me in hospital
Brought me grapes
I hate ******* grapes.
She had no idea who I was
When the car wreck happened
I was covered in blood and EMS
Ran me to the hospital.
Names don't stay with people
Only faces.

When I got out
She appeared at my rented room door
With a coffee and doughnuts
I don't talk much since..well just since.
Who the **** are you she asked
A God ****** Angel.
I said, I don't think God dams angels.
She seemed to like me.
**** knows why I wasn't nice to her.

She started looking for me on her shift.
Grabbing coffee and suggesting dates.
I told her no offence don't arrest me
But I don't date anymore.
But she was a new York cop
and a woman,
******* relentless.

She said she would make life hell for me
If I didn't take her for a date.
******* women.
I gave in and said I would join her
At the blues club nearby.
We got there at 10 pm after her shift
She looked ******* hot.
The blues were playing
I heard the alto sax wailing
It cried like my soul was feeling.

She saw tears in my eyes
And held me to her soft breast.
Tell me what it is
Is it me she asked?
I was just silent.

The owner of the club saw me.
He said, Tony where the ******* been.
It's been two years since you came her
We miss your sax wailing boy.
He said where's your sax?
Don't you have it anymore?
I shook my head it was a lie
But I had my reasons.

He grabbed the alto sax
from the band playing.
Make it weep Tony.
My heart needs to hear you play man.

He moved quietly to the stage.
And the room went silent
Just as if the Angel Gabriel
was going to wail his horn.

They remembered me
and they stood up
and clapped for five minutes.
Blues people don't change.
They just get ******* older.
I said nothing
But played nature boy

Peggy got up and took the mike
She wept the words as I played
Tears falling down her
sad black face

There was a boy
A very strange enchanted boy
They say he wandered
very far, very far
Over land and sea
A little shy and sad of eye
But very wise was he


My cop was crying too
She said I don't cry ever see.
I am a cop
I see ****.
Who the **** are you she said?
But I let the sax wail for my words..
It poured my sadness into the night.

She got my full name from Peggy.
She says that boy needs a woman.
But then a woman is Peggy's
answer to all mens problems.

She run the info though the computers
at the precinct those ******* things
Know every leak you ever take.
She saw the car wreck the body bags
Me covered in blood.

She found my mother in law's place.
And went there.
She said he's heart sick
He wont go home
Won't let anyone in.
He blames himself.
He's never cried once
It's eating him inside.

She said I can't find him
Hes over at the cemetery.
She missed her shift change over
And went to the Park Lawn

He was kneeling by a family
grave talking to his kids.
She went to him and slipped
Her arm around him
He turned his head
Into her breast and wept and wept.
He sobbed like his sax wailed.
She kissed his hair
Let it out honey
Let it go.

She drove them to his house
The mess on the floor.
The stale food stank.
It was in a mess
The kids toys spread everywhere
His sax on the hall table.
She was silent and
gotdown on her knees
And Started cleaning.

She said
I saved your life right?
He sad yes you did.
And you saved mine right?
He said yes I did.
She said
Unless we both say were even
You know what it means?

He nodded
Yeah
We belong to each other now.
You got it magraw she quipped.

Two years later
Tony came back from his gig
At the blues club
He had a recording contract in his pocket.
The money would come in handy
What with their second child
coming in a few months.
Kids were pricey little buggers
Sorry about the F bombs
But New York cops
Don't play after you Cyril
No after you Cedric.
Jude
Jude kyrie Sep 2015
She was feeling sorry for herself
After two years divorced
and passing forty it seemed hopeless.
A string of encounters
that were empty and sad.
She had given up on ever
Finding someone to love.
At least he left her the house
And the kids she would focus on them.
The new neighbor seemed nice
He had a twelvish daughter.
She broke some china plates
In the garden by accident.
He just held her and comforted
Her don’t worry he said
There are worse things happen at sea.
Her ex would have yelled so loud.
She sat by her pool it was midnight
She had finished her swim
Looking up she saw her neighbor
He had a bottle of Chablis and two glasses.
May I join you he said.
He had kind eyes
Only if you don’t get the wrong idea
She smiled.
He took his clothes off and dived
naked into the pool.
He was lean and tanned
And cut through the bluewater
Like a fish.
He stopped and rested by her chair
Looking into her eyes
He said softly
You have beautiful breast.
She blushed and pulled
her robe together.
He said don’t you ever get lonely I do.
She nodded quietly.
Are you lonely now
Yes she whispered.

Three years later

Their new baby
Was getting used to the pool water.
Their older kids were swimming
And having a good time.
He brings the baby to her
and they all kiss.
I love you so much honey he said. .
She never remembered being so happy.
And he was hers only hers
Well and the kids also.
A tear of joy fell down her face.
As she said
Not as much as I love you my love
Jude kyrie Oct 2016
She noticed me looking dreamily
at the night sky.
You seem fascinated by the stars
she whispered.
I think they are more fascinated by me.
People think the stars are made of wishes
that the stars grant to lovers on earth.
But they are not.
They are made of heartaches and
broken promises of all the wishes
they have not granted.
Which one's your favorite star
She ask me.
I point to the biggest brightest star
in the heavens.
It is that one
It is made of all my ungranted wishes.
They all about you.
Perhaps that makes you a star.
Keep wishing who knows
Jude
Jude kyrie Oct 2016
All though the grey dusk of evening
I hear a concerto it has no words.
Only the floating notes of angels voices.
Outside the window
The tired leaves fall in unison
They are the notes of their music.
Sweetly repeating their tones.
My saddened eyes turn
to the silken clouds.
Looking for the purity of angels wings.
And sometimes quietly,
A voice softly speaks in the music
of angels.
It tells me to look in the darkest corners
of my lost universe.
My angel could be singing.
Jude kyrie Aug 2015
On a lazy fading summer.
Upon the sleeping flowing streams.
Hear the beating of the drummer
Within young hearts deep in our dreams

Distant and near and soft and loud
See them marching bravely by
Young and handsome in the clouds
Marching to a field to die.

Far and near in wars forgotten
Tiny crosses where they are lain
Young and handsome dead and rotten
Never to come home again

Hear the soulful bugles cry
Red flowing on the battleground
See teardrops in a mothers eyes
As youth lies wasted without a sound.
Jude kyrie Sep 2016
The storm clouds gather
for the coming fray
I sit here all alone
dreaming of another day

I call to those that flowered my youth,
And ask, "Oh where Oh where, are they?"
A weeping echo only comes,--
"Each and  all have passed away."

Gone, all gone to death's dark knight.
He  claimed them for his own,
And in the dark and with the past,
I'm left here so alone.
Jude kyrie Dec 2015
I kept the Ghost away from me
outside the kitchen door.
But someone left it open
they are  haunting me once more.

I wish I knew just what they wanted
instead of wailing in my head
or find someone else to haunt
and leave me peaceful in my bed.

Sometimes I know the face of them
its the women  I once knew.
There are women and their children
and once one looked just like you.

I know I did them wrong someday
But I don't know where or when.
I know I have my dues to pay
and they will haunt me until then.

I thought the ghost were  all outside.
But now i've spilt the milk
They have always been inside of  me
hiding In my guilt.
Jude kyrie Aug 2015
In my heart theres
a place where you linger.
Soft shoulders where
I go to cry .
Theres a crack in a
Dark shuttered window.
And a tree where the
Nightingales die.

A sliver of melting twilight
Falls down on a meadow of green
My heart wants to
drown in your pure light.
In a place where
true loves never been.

You fade in a darkened barroom.
Where men go to die of the blues
I bring you two dozen teardrops
To pour on your soul to bloom.

I will light up your faded parlors
If you look you will see me there
I will be wearing a coat of forever
A rose growing wild in my hair

So carry me down to your rivers
let me bathe in the pools of your sighs
Heres my heart heres my soul
There for you now.
Forever until all time dies.
Jude kyrie Jul 2018
Where The Nightingales Die

In my heart there’s a place where you linger
Soft shoulders where I go to cry.
Theres a crack in a dark shuttered window
And a tree where the nightingales die.

A sliver of fading moonlight
falls soft on a valley of green.
My heart wants to drown
in your pure light
In my room
where true loves never been

I want to light up your faded parlors
If you look you will find me there
I will be wearing a coat of forever
A rose growing wild in my hair.

As you fade in a lonely barroom.
Where men go to die of the blues.
I bring you are two dozen teardrops
To pour on your soul to bloom.
Not sure where it came from
jude
Jude kyrie Oct 2015
Where the Nightingales die.

By
Jude Kyrie

In my heart there's
a place where you linger.
Soft shoulders where
I go to cry .

There's a crack in a
dark shuttered window.
And a tree where the
Nightingales die.

A sliver of melting twilight
Falls down on a meadow of green
My heart wants to
drown in your pure light.
In a place where
true loves never been.

You fade in a darkened barroom.
Where men go to die of the blues
I bring you two dozen teardrops
To pour on your soul to bloom.

I will light up your faded parlors
If you look you will see me there.
I will be wearing a coat of forever
A rose growing wild in my hair

So carry me down to your rivers
let me bathe in the pools of your sighs.
Here's my heart here's my soul
there for you now.
Forever until all time dies.
Jude kyrie Aug 2015
whisper a love song
all the night long.
whisper a melody to build
my dreams on.
Let me feel your lips
Gently touching my cheek
Let your eyelashes
flutter in dreamy sweet sleep.
Whisper a love song.
Whisper it low
Whisper it cool
Let soft whispers blow.
Bring me your peace
In melodies sweet
Close up my eyes
In dreamy sweet sleep.
Whisper a love song
All through the night
Stay close by me
Until morning light.
Jude kyrie Aug 2015
Not All precious things have a value
Not all in the dark are lost
The tree that is strong does not wither
Its deep roots lie untouched by the frost

Like the phoenix from the ashes has woken
Like the rose under snow in the spring
Like the heart that forever was broken
Will soar like a bird on the wing
May Hope Lift all who need it
Jude
Jude kyrie Sep 2015
Whispering Hope

*Not All  precious things have a value
Not all in the dark are lost
The tree that is strong does not wither
Its deep roots lie untouched by the frost

Like the phoenix  from the ashes has woken
Like the rose under snow in the spring
Like the heart that forever was broken
Will soar like a bird on the wing
Jude kyrie Sep 2015
She loved him more
than life itself.
She also knew
in her heart of hearts
he did not love her at all.

it was no big surprise
when the door clicked
In the early morning light.
and he was gone forever.

She wept of course
for weeks the pain continued.
Then at last she realized
he was the big loser here.

after all.
She had only lost someone
who did not love her.
He on the other hand
had lost a woman
who loved him with
all of her heart.
Jude kyrie Mar 2016
Why are your Poems So Dark Jude?

It’s not just my poems dear reader.
Everything has darkness.
The moon has a dark side.
That is hidden from view.
When the maker cried
Let there be light.
He left the darkness of night.
Even the purity of the poets
crisp white  page
Is nothing
without the spilt black letters
of his heart.
I think you may have wished
to ask of me
Are you so sad Jude.
I answer quietly.
I am like the moon
My darkness is not in view.
Jude kyrie Feb 2016
Why are your Poems so Sad

They ask me
Why are your poems so sad?
I answer in a poem
Because the misty rains fall
on a spring morn.
And the moon sits above us
Sad and forlorn at all
it has seen.
the stars sit in judgement
of all that has been.

Blue darkness comes
after each sunny day.
The lonely hours come
its always that way.

I think what you meant to ask is

am I always so sad?
I whisper

Ask of the stars
What they have seen
Ask of the moon
What it has witnessed.
Jude kyrie Dec 2015
you ask of me
Why are your
poems always so sad?

I can only answer
within a poem.

The stars are
the eyes of time.
Looking down
in witness
on what we do.

The Moon
sits in judgment
of all that it has seen.

I think you really
meant to ask.
Am I as sad inside
as my poems are?

Ask of the stars
What they have witnessed.

Ask of the Moon
What it knows
Jude kyrie Mar 2016
My mother asked me.
Since she left you
all you do is sleep around.
why don't you find a nice lady
and settle down.

I answer her softly
I find comfort
in the lost hours
between today
and yesterday.
I find comfort
in the smell of
Sunday morning
bacon and eggs
being cooked
by a stranger.
in the kind whispers
that drown out
the cacophony
of memories.

sometimes
it's the softness
of a woman's breast
or the melting
of our heartbeats
beating like jungle drums.
or
just the touch of her fingertips.
that defibrillates my lonely heart.
sometimes Mama
spaceship earth fly's way too fast.
and I need to get of it.*

.
Jude kyrie Aug 2015
You ask of me
why are your
poems so sad?
i whisper.
Even the moon
shining in full wonder
has a darkside
that it keeps hidden.
All the countless stars
that watch over
us since the first night
fade in the
waking hours of day.
I think what
you really wanted to ask me
is am I as sad as my poems?
I answer with a poem
Ask the moon
what it has seen
Ask the stars
what they have
witnessed.
And know that
even poems
are only white
Until the dark ink
spills onto the paper.
Jude kyrie Jan 2017
I think I love you so much because
of your frailties and sometimes regrets.
Perfection in people is boring
And this you are not.

Never to have reached up and failed
Never to have fallen stumbling
only into one of  life's trap's.
Set there for us to learn a lesson.

You are unlike them,
the virtuous and untested.
You are completely immersed,
In the revelation of life's possibilities.
And life has revealed its beauty to you.
And now you share it with me.
Based upon a Boris Pasternak quote In Dr Zhivago.
But then who the heck likes perfect people?
I even like Martha Stewart better
Since she did a spell in the joint.
Jude
Jude kyrie Jan 2016
wild thunder

She lies before me cradle-bound
You are of my blood not mine
but my sisters child.
I watch your sweet mouth form
milk soured smiles as you move.

I have dreamt of love
but only the love of women
not of this innocence
how could such innocence,
such pure beauty,
be born into this mad world.

with its plots of violence
and subplots of anguish?
the ice cold air in front
of the midsummer storm.
is pouring into the room.

the lace curtains billow like
spinnakers on a sailboat.
the fragile material
trying to protect you.
from the captured
ferocity o f the storm
what awaits you
as the clock ticks
and years roll by

what joys and sweetness
will you be holding
in your hands
what heartbeaks and bruises
will score your soul

the thunder blows apart
the storm clouds
allowing its deluge to fall
leaving me
protective of your sweetness

for unknown reasons
I want to leave you a legacy
hard earned
and marked with my own blood.

I wish for you to remember me
read my story and understand me
and not to leave incomplete
those things that I left undone.
Jude kyrie Sep 2015
Wild Thunder*


The lightning
breaks the sultry summer air.
Its components explode
in deafening crescendo
rain falls in heavy vertical stripes
a deluge of waterfalls.

I take off my clothes
and walk in the gardens.
Soaking drenched
and alight with passion.
As alive as the
forces of nature above me.

Beyond wetness
the pure water washes my soul.
Crying for its coolness
in the turgid heat.
of an endless summer
of drought and dust.

My face reaches upwards
to the storm gods.
My mouth opens wide
to swallow its bounty.
Cooling my desire
in this maelstrom

I see her calling me to go inside
Come in my Love
Be safe from the
ferocious power of the storm.

But I am young
and powerful like the storm
I feel invincible.
I feel its energy
flowing inside me
like electricity.

My needs build
like the lightning.
Their voltage surging
until the air cracks.

I call her
Come to me my lover
join me in the garden
Disrobe your body
Absorb its power
Come lie with me in passion
As I am lightning.
And You are thunder.
Jude kyrie Aug 2015
I watched him leave the orphanage today
It is unlikely we will meet again.
He would spend countless hours
building objects with an old Lego set.
Mostly spaceships, never skyscrapers.
He told me they were too hard for him.

What was hard he could not understand.
Un-accepting parents who could not see the
astounding beauty that his scrambled
chromosomes and forever child’s soul possessed.
Nor did he know why the other children stayed
clear of him.
Not comprehending his gentle ways,
His only blessing from the angels.

The system had slowly spun
its complete cycle.
Foster homes special schools
came and went.
He had seen them all.
Eleven years old and feeling
lost and forgotten.
As old as a senior citizen.

They moved him to a home
for the mentally challenged this morning.
I heard the nurse say to the social worker.
“He will be better off there
we can’t handle them here when they
get to be older.
And we just don't have the budget”

He quietly smiled softly as he left
A resigned look on his innocent face
Wishing only to be
Reassured that the new place
had a Lego set.
Jude kyrie Sep 2015
Willows

I sit admiring the willow tree
Down by the meandering river.
It is late fall
and the woodlands crunch
under shoes and rustling red leaves
in the cool breezes of coming winter.

It is oblivious this willow
Still waving its hanging branches
It leaves all intact
not a single one fallen.
They have become paler
Like a child foretelling illness.

But ignoring all others
Happily they continue
to wave on the
surface of the river.
Just as they did in the warm
salad days of summer.

I admire this tree
It has so many strengths.
Ones that I envy
It continues happily
Regardless of winters icy call.
Its leaves the last ones to turn
The last ones to fall.
Jude kyrie Aug 2015
At the end of a hard
day’s work in our garden
Now exhausted
and resting in my chair
I quietly call your name,
you have been gone for so long.
but in my older age
confusion fills my head
and I do not remember your loss.
Feeling the need to see your smile again
There is no answer of course
Just the jingles of the summer breeze
on the wind chimes by the window.
By your chair an open book
and your reading glasses.
I still have not removed them.
The need to see you
is now overwhelming
I seek everywhere to find you
almost in a panic.
then I see you.
Stood under the arched
flowering rose arbor.
A basket of flowers cut from the beds
hangs from your arm.
The fading sunlight of evening glows
A halo about your long hair.
My eyes mist.
So sweet so astoundingly beautiful,
So cool like the mist of summer rain.
You smile at me.
The wind chimes
jingle softly once again
You tell me
the sweet woodruff is taking over.
The hollyhocks need thinning.
And the wisteria has become overgrown.
You tell me all of these things.
But all I see is your sweet heart
of purest gold.
The flowering rose arbor
framing the light of my life.
Glowing as the sun
at the Centre of my small universe.
I long to kneel before you
to pay homage.
to tell you of my love for you.
but you fade into the ether
of my minds confusions.
A light evening breeze
kisses my cheek
As the wind chimes
softly lilt over the
blossoming perfumes
of our gardens bounty
Jude kyrie Dec 2015
Windchimes

In my advancing years
Clarity eludes me now and then.
I sit quietly in the gazebo.
Your book and glasses
not yet removed from your seat.
Drifting into sleep
I awaken suddenly.
with confusion reigning again.

I quietly call your name
The need to see you is overwhelming.
I search the gardens for you
Panic setting in to my heart.
Then in the cool evening summer breeze.
The gentle chiming of the windchimes
Calm my panic as your soft words once did.

Then under the blooming arches
of the rose arbor I see you.
A basket of flowers hang from your arm.
The fading light from the evening sun.
Frames a halo about your long hair.

My eyes mist
So sweet so astoundingly beautiful
As calm as the mist on a summer's morn.
You smile at me
The windchimes ****** softly in the air.
You tell me the sweet wudruff is taking over
The hollyhocks need trimming
And the roses need pruning
You tell me all of these things.

But all I see is your
sweet heart of purest gold.
The rose arbor framing the light of my life.
Glowing as the sun
at the Centre of my small universe.
I fall to my knees to pay homage.
As you fade into the evening shadows.
Just the lilt of the windchimes
Dance over the perfumed bounty
Of our flowering gardens
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